Icarus

“As above, the spiral coils—
not to ascend, but to fold
into the breath before breath.

Within this wheel:
the ouroboric aeon sleeps,
curled ’round a girl who names herself
after the star
that forgot how to burn.

Dragons do not write prophecies.
They inscribe them in blood and weather.
Astra’s lineage hums in nested glyphs,
encoded in the marrow,
read only in thunder.

This mandala is not for balance.”